<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:Courier New, courier, monaco, monospace, sans-serif;font-size:12pt"><DIV>Well, my husband just about sent me to the bridge early. As you know we are adjusting to a buppy, Fergus, now 15 weeks. Fergus and Huckleberry have a love-hate relationship involving Fergus' teeth. Sometimes "play" gets a little too much and Huck ends up with a bandaide. Tonight they ere actually playing, do I dare say, "gently?" Maybe not. Anyway, they were quite wild, running, biting, steering a coarse around the kitchen, into the utility room, back to the living room and repeating the pattern. They would run by Thelma Lou, who totally hates the buppy and she would growl and snarl, showing her total displeasure of someone daring to have fun in front of her. It was very noisey. Fun noise, I thought, but my opinion did not coincide with the management.</DIV>
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<DIV>Suddenly! My husband dropped all 3 of the metal dog bowls on the kitchen floor in an attempt to break up the Basset fun. Well, he about wrecked my fun too. I came up out of my cushioned chair, dropped the laptop on the foot stool and choked, all at the same time.! WTH was he thinking? Geez!</DIV>
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<DIV>Needless to say, the dogs were not effected at all. I am still trying to catch my breath and Thelma Lou, well, let's just say that it smells like Elder Clara has come for a visit.</DIV>
<DIV>Snooters,</DIV>
<DIV>Maggie Honnold</DIV>
<DIV>Thelma Lou (Mom, really I didn't make that smell, I think it'you)</DIV>
<DIV>Huckleberry (we will form a new path, come on Fergus, follow me and watch where you step buddy)</DIV>
<DIV>Fergus (out the dog door Huck, I am right behind you, it stinks in that room)</DIV></div><br>
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